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Excellent.  Old Liam does it justice.  Some lovely photographs too.

Gyppo

Can't resist it...  Tried to...  New Years Eve, the barriers are down...

Just a short clip

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG8_UCYv0ic

Gyppo

Tracy,

Thoroughly enjoyed this romp through the styles, both to read and recite aloud.  Although I suspect a misplaced finger in the third line

Favourite line?  'to serve up nonsense on the point of a spear'.

Gyppo



 

Indar,  (And anyone else who feels their muse has deserted them.) Our free-ranging sources of real life input have been crippled by lockdowns.  When was the last time you sat in a cafe, or on a park bench, and picked up odds and ends of talk from people around you or passing by?  Snatches of convers...

Actually it's not really competing...it's more direction. I've seen it so many times in NaPo; a great poem suddenly spawning higher levels. Napo is definitely a hot-house environment where things can grow, bloom unexpectedly, with a huge amount of cross-pollination taking place, either deliberately...

'Spirited' is her default setting.  Hyper-active is fairly common.  But that particular day was something else entirely. It reminded me of occasional days in the medieval arena shows, where you suddenly realise you're up against someone who's not just acting but channelling their inner warrior ;-) G...

Elemental. She arrived at my house, jumping out of her skin, grey eyes stormy, aura flashing like a hazard light. She burst through the door, halfway up the hall in two strides, then backtracked to remove her shoes. Calm for just long enough to say, "Sorry, I forgot.  Stupid school... They made us ...

Colm, I am often amazed, and humbled even, by how nurses seem to have endless empathy for their charges, and how they deal with tragedy day after day in children's and terminal wards. This has made me wonder.  Could it be the specialised rooms help them 'change  gear', from condolence to enthusiasm ...

Cheers, Indar, I think you're right about the last line, but I'll leave it there for now. Since Mum died nearly three years ago - it feels more recent than that - we're down to three generations again.  The direct side of my family tree is a bit thin, but there's plenty of cousins out there. I am no...

Two hundred and seventy three not out . The collective age of three old ladies, who went to the same school and number that many years. Gathered to celebrate a birthday, the youngest of the three, a mere lass of ninety. Gathered in a playground huddle over gently steaming tea. One mug and two 'prop...